Title: Slave Crusades Drabbles Author: Tarsier Timeframe: late New Republic era Characters: Callista, Hand of Judgement, Blue, Fenig Nabon, Ghitsa Dogder, Platt Okeefe, Tru'eb Cholakk, Jai Raventhorn, Dirk Harkness, OCs, Mara, Luke, Han Genre: drabbles Summary: This will mostly be about Callista, and various others hired by her, trying to free slaves on Tatooine. **Starting with Week 14, I switched to my Worth Fighting For timeline, starring Callista, Luke, Benji, Mara, Dankin, and Odonnl.** Notes: Written for Ultimate Drabble Challenge 5. Week One: The Trouble with Centaurs 1. Doctor They needed a doctor. Unfortunately it would be days before they could get medical care for Brightwater's broken femur. Days of trudging through the desert, taking turns supporting the badly injured solider. "I'll take over for a bit," Callista offered, coming up beside LaRone. Under normal circumstances LaRone would have refused. Stormtroopers took care of their own. But in this case it was Callista's fault they were here, so LaRone didn't mind sharing the burden. Brightwater bit back a curse as they accidentally let too much weight shift onto his broken leg while trading positions. They really needed a doctor. 2. Companion Chasa knew what she had to do. The injured human's companions could scarcely bear his weight. They were much too slow, everyone would die of dehydration if they didn't move faster. She stepped toward the humans, away from her fellow Chironians. "I will carry him," she said. "You will not!" Tracker declared, stepping between her and the humans. "Such debasement will not occur on my watch." "They are too slow," Chasa replied. "I will not die with freedom so close." She pushed past Tracker and knelt beside the injured human. "On my back," she said, taking the injured human's hand. 3. Time How much time has passed? Brightwater wondered vaguely. How long can a broken leg go untreated before the injury becomes permanent? They were moving faster now, and he no longer had to hobble along. He was grateful for that. But he was not any more comfortable than the centaur beneath him. He set his hands uncertainly on the line between her chestnut hair and pale skin. She trembled beneath his touch. He started to pull his hands away, but she placed her hands over his to keep them in place. "We can't afford to lose time if you fall off." 4. Space Callista couldn't help but notice the space between Chasa and the other Chironians. Apparently carrying Brightwater had defiled her, it seemed she may never be accepted by her people now. Callista shook her head. Who would have thought it would be this hard? All she wanted was to free slaves. She'd always known that would mean overcoming slaveowners. She hadn't realized it would mean having to protect the people she hired from the newly freed slaves. She still couldn't believe the Chironian had kicked Brightwater just as he was releasing his chains. Didn't he know they were trying to help? 5. Dimensions Callista leaned back into the cool sand, letting the vastness of the night sky overwhelm her. It was getting cold and she wondered if they should keep moving to stay warm at night, and rest during the heat of the day. She wasn't a trained strategist, she didn't know about such things. At any rate, since they had stopped now, they might as well go on and rest for a while. She stared at the starry sky and wondered if there were alternate dimensions out there somewhere. And if she was a failure at everything in all of them too.